Sticks and Stones

[Aphtyn]

I scream and howl as the paper blade cuts through me. Ink spills into my blood as the pen-scythe slices. Words throw themselves from the page and lodge in my gut. The knot in my throat was tied by these terrifying syllables.

[EmberRoze]

Lo me gusta.

It's an interesting image, certainly. I like it.